I am a “good girl”. A shy 18 year old virgin none of her friends would suspect could do anything naughty. Recently, I started dressing sluttier and sluttier, having developed a craving for the male attention I get that way and most recently, I went out without any underwear for the first time. No bra, no panties.
That afternoon, I changed from my sweats into sheer black tights that got more seethrough along my thick thighs, black thigh high socks, a tight black mini skirt further shortened in the back by my big butt and a low cut black sweater that fit my big breasts tightly. Nervous about my nipples poking through at first, I put on a winter jacket that slightly covered them and headed to the bus stop.
As I got on the bus, I took my first step up with my left leg, accidentally giving the bus driver a peek up my skirt, which he seemed to enjoy.
Once at my stop, I stepped out not expecting anyone to notice something was different today, I’ve worn this outfit before, only with the addition of underwear, but immediately as I walked past a few older men, I could feel their stares on my body, as though they were undressing me with their eyes as they started holler at me and I hid my slight smile of contempt under my mask.